Re: Mandy/Wes/Kimmi/Bill [living room]
Making a small, little noise, Mandy stepped forward and hugged her daddy tightly, squeezing him for a very long time. Well, long time for a teenager, anyway. "I know it's hard for you," she told him gently. "I know you miss him, and he should be here. And seeing mom happy is like, probably not helping." Mandy understood it. She knew that her dad wasn't really mad about Bill, he was more mad about his own sadness and lonliness. Bill was just the easiest person to take it out on.
"If it makes you feel any better... I totally hated him when I first met him." Still hugging, she looked up at Wes, her chin resting on his chest. "I mean there wasn't anything wrong with him exactly, but he wasn't like, interesting, and vivd. He wasn't you." Giving Wes a small smile, Mandy shrugged a little. "He grows on you, though. He's like unexpectedly funny, like you'll be sitting there talking about something serious and then he just says something you totally don't expect, and then you just start cracking up 'cause it's like, this total bland ass dude just zinged you." The memory of the first time Bill had made her laugh came to mind, and she giggled a bit. "And okay, you cannot tell mom this because she'll like skin me alive, but the first time she met Roger, she said she like totally hated him. She was all nice and friendly but she said that in her head she was like ripping him to shreds and totally seething. So you're not, like, wrong to not like him right now. But you have to try. Just give him a chance."
And then she broke out the pout, bottom lip protruding as she let her knees give a bit, hanging off Wesley's waist. "Pweeeease, daddy?" she wibbled.